Who? John & Molly Where? 102 (until they get kicked out, I suppose!) When? Friday, 11pm onwards. What? Following Sherlock's instructions. Not happy about it. Rating? Moderate - language, PTSD, etc.
John,
Get Molly and stay in the room. Lock the door and don't let anyone in. I won't be long. You know I'll always come back.
Forever and sincerely yours,
~S
"Shit," John mumbled to himself. That could not be a good sign. His instincts told him to ignore the note - go after him, find him, protect him - but there was a part of him that knew he had to trust him. Things were different now. As much as he hated to admit it, John knew that he could end up being a liability rather than a help - somehow he just knew it was something to do with Moriarty. For all he knew, there was a sniper on him that very second, and his presence could act as a direct threat to Sherlock. He had to trust him.
He pocketed the note, grabbed his gun and stuck it down the back of his jeans, and picked up his network device... no, Sherlock's network device. "Shit!" he exclaimed, the panic rising at an alarming rate. He hadn't taken it. He was unreachable. He had to push it down, he had to keep it together. John located his own device, glanced around the room just in case there was something he wasn't thinking of before he headed out.
He glanced up and down the corridor, and realised that he had quite a way to travel to Molly's room. Maybe they ought to think of sorting that out, soon. He moved cautiously through the train, and arrived outside Molly's room in one piece. He stopped for a moment, leaning against the wall just outside the room, and allowed himself a moment of anxiety. He closed his eyes, and silently prayed that his partner would be safe. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, and knocked on Molly's door, prepared to be strong.